Kaeso reaches out with his free hand, and Davik lets go of his ranseur. Kaeso grabs it for a second, and it dissolves into water, soaking his hands and his horse. Davik flashes him what seems to be a grin, and starts walking back to the river. Upon reaching the shore, he reaches into the river's waters and lifts up a new ranseur, identical copy of the one he had before. He turns his head back towards you.

"All my possessions...cursed... Only the Stag Lord'ssss body... breaks it... You have been... advised..." he seemed to hesitate at that last word.

He starts to walk towards the river, descending lower and lower as he steps in as if going down stairs, although you all know the river is not deep at all at the shore...

Mornaura:

Every time you try to pick anything up in the cabin, it turns into water, which a few seconds later slithers from the floor and up the furniture back to where the item was, and reforms.

"Well... 'Tis neither the right time nor the right place for such a story," the witch tells Drispeera with a smirk. "Tis, however, the right time and place to tell you that you can rest assured I know what that kind of tree looks like."

Taking out the map and scribbling down the latest findings, she adds: "Oh, and I concur with you. The northern shore is here, so let's head west, look what else we can find on this side of the rivers before we approach that area."

Looming over all the hills in the northern Kamelands, a graying hulk of a sycamore tree clings precariously to its last years of life. The 100-foot-tall tree is a well-known landmark and is visible for miles around.

I'll be happy to get off Snow and walk for a bit anyway. Although, she is riding much more smoothly now. Thanks Kaeso.

So this is a Sick Amore tree? Yup, it does kinda look like its on its last... roots.

I guess we're still looking for fang berries, temples to Erastil, upset kobolds, as well as this Stag Lord, right? Quite a shopping list. What's the matter Bingo? You with Kaeso now, just looking for things to hit?Perception:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

And personally, I'd like to gain another level before encountering the Stag Lord anyway.

Bingo squints up at the top of the tree and sighs. "Ya do ken tha' I'm a halflin', we live in holes inna ground. Not a tree-hugger," he grumbles as he steps into Kaeso's hands and climbs up the old sick a more tree.

Bingo makes his way to the top of the tree and surveys the land a bit. Shouting down from the tree and with Mornaura's help, he gets to see a few of the unexplored landmarks to the south, although he has no clue what they are at this distance.

Map update with some places now clearer. Undiscovered hexes with yellow dots means there IS something there, but you still have to go find out what it is.

As you travel eastwards again, you keep a look out for whatever Bingo saw in the distance. After a few miles riding, the path does lead to something interesting.

An outcropping of large boulders emerges from the weathered face of a nearby hillock. A narrow opening in the rock leads into darkness below. A fallen sign leans against the side of the cave entrance, and a cage made of branches and sticks sits on the other side. The fallen sign is weathered and bears a few faded words: "Oaktop Silver Mine."

A lone kobold stands watch here, crouched behind one of the big rocks at the cave entrance. He seems to be spacing out, and not paying attention to what is happening near him, as if trying to tune out the sobbing mite.

Whispering: "Perhaps we should surround him before we confront him? I or Norn could come from the front, and Bingo could circle around him. In case Drispeera's fancy talk or my intimidation don't work. They might be the Sootscale group we heard about."

For all his love of fighting, I'd rather make peace. Unnecessary fighting is just butcher's work.

A lone kobold stands watch here, crouched behind one of the big rocks at the cave entrance. He seems to be spacing out, and not paying attention to what is happening near him, as if trying to tune out the sobbing mite.

Who is the mite? Is he in the cage?

Drispeera saunters up to the solitary kobold from a direction that gives her teammates a clear shot if things go amiss. Mage Armor is definitely up.

Hey there! My friends and I were sent to try to help out some kobolds that are having trouble in this area. Know anyone that needs help? And is he the source of your trouble? -nods to the mite- He doesn't look like much.Diplomacy:1d20 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13
Edit: Enh, but still, it wasn't a one.

"Color me surprised. And pleasantly so," the witch says with a smirk, as her companions suggest taking a diplomatic approach.

Estimating that Bingo has better chances of getting into an advantageous position on his own, and that Kaeso looks like he gets ready to charge, Mornaura positions herself one or two steps behind Norn's right arm, and quietly urges him to slowly move forward, until the mine entrance (or at least the guard kobold) is within 30 feet.

Readying my slumber hex on anyone in range who tries to attack one of us.

Mites are probably the weakest of all fey. Kinda like the goblins of the fey world. They have minor resistances against metal except Cold Iron. They have large bulging eyes and don't like sunlight. They look like this

The mite is indeed inside the cage

The lone kobold jumps up upon Drispeera's greeting. He snags his spear and goes into a ready position, pointy end forward. Then he suddenly realizes that you are all not mites. With a surprised stare, he starts staring upwards, and upwards, until he finally meets Drispeera's eyes.

"UH WAIT! wait! I wanna talk! I not expect the big folk here, we only expect blue uglies. I am Nakpik, of the Sootscales. I want to ask big folk for help."

"Drispeera, as much as I favor diplomatic approaches, I'm not entirely convinced that it would be a great idea to go into a kobold mine... Maybe you can convince the kobold to bring his shaman up here?"

@Bingo-- The remark on Bingo's backside was meant as a compliment, not a jest. ;)

Taking Mornie's suggestion to heart, Drispeera replies, Sootscale kobolds? Good! We were looking for you. We came to help. Although, as you can see, not all blue things are ugly. Some are specatacular! She strikes a noble pose.

Now, about this shaman. Where is he? Big folk don't like to go underground. You should bring him here.

Diplomacy:1d20 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13Again with the "2"? Still at least I shouldn't be picking my nose or anything. Or do kobolds like that?

"Me bring up? No no, only blue uglies up here. Uhhhh." the small kobold seems out of words and is flustered, not knowing how to appease the big folk. "Oh, I know! I show good faith. Look, I disarm intruder traps for you!"

The kobold walks back a few steps, and starts fiddling with the floor. He disarms three pit traps behind him, obviously meant to trap creatures tying to sneak in the lair. Afterwards, he comes back over, leaving his spear behind.

"Sootscales at war! Wanna recruit big folk. Help with blue uglies that kill Sootscales! Shaman and chief all inside! I no want to bring shaman up...shaman..." he seems a bit scared for a second "Shaman is scary! He gets angry quickly. He furious when blue uglies took our statue! Chief wants help to recover statue. I take you see chief instead! That better?"

"Hum, look... I can't go leave my post and this prisoner with you big folk here. How does Nakpik know you no spring my prisoner! Mite evil and needs he prisoner of war. You maybe trying to rescue him, but NAkpik not stoopid! You ether go with me, or go home!"

Kaeso shrugs. "Look, how about I go down with you, and we bring the chief up? My companions wouldn't leave without me." He motions you all to agree.

He dismounts and walks towards the cave by Drispeera, whispering to her as he passes, in passable elvish: "That way, you can chat with the mite and get to the bottom of this without the guard being present. Oh. If they do something nefarious to me, you'll come get me, won't you?"